OUCH

Yesterday I saw our cat nosing around something shiny on the carpet.  I couldn't make out what it was, but I put my foot on it and called Chris.  Turns out it was a tapestry needle.  I can only imagine the repercussions if she had bitten, or swallowed, it.  Last time she was fascinated with something on the bookcase, it was a hornet.  I dropped a heavy book on it and called Chris (poor guy, he gets all the jobs like this).  Bugs are the worst for me to deal with.

I went to Spectrum Optical in between the podiatrist and the Orthopedic doctor, and had them see if they could adjust my glasses.  I had fallen with them, and bent them pretty completely.  I had gone there soon after the fall, and the tech fixed the worst of the damage, but told me they were twisted and they didn't have the ability to un-twist them.  So when I went back yesterday, I expected I would need new frames, using the original lenses.  But the tech ( a different one) took them in the back several times and got them lined up so the right eye wasn't higher than the left, something I could see when I wore them.  He got them even, and replaced the nose pads, and all for no charge.  I will be back there when I need another pair.  I had gotten a mail-order Glasses USA pair, but they were so fragile they warped when I took them off the headboard of my bed one morning.  Don't go there.

The Orthopedic surgeon said there was a limit of what they could do, barring knee replacement (which he refused to do, and understanding the reasons I agreed).  So he will try a cortisone shot under my kneecap, using an artificial cortisone that hopefully will improve the result.  I can't walk now, so any improvement will be fine.  I trust this doctor  from when he did my right knee replacement, after the original doctor got "stung" selling and using drugs.  He didn't look like a user, but the surgery result he got on my right knee looked like a second year med student did it.

I really missed my Mac Air while I was in the rehab hospital, but being out of the room for three hours every day might prove too great a temptation if someone wanted to lift it.  There was, of course, a huge stack of mail to deal with once I got home, a lot of it election pleas.  Not too many bills, thank you very much.  The phone rang constantly with election candidates, and we told them all the same thing:  already voted.    The other phone calls were from the in-home therapy groups : OT, PT, nurses, and on and on, most arranging visits.  Sometimes we hung up the phone and it rang immediately again.  All that has slacked off now that the initial evaluations are complete.  And weekends are blissfully quiet.